Ha ha ha come on bad news ha ha
Well bad news travels like wildfire, good news travels slow
They call me Ol' Wildfire, 'cuz everybody knows
That I'm bad news, everywhere I go
Always gettin' in trouble
If I can't find the words
Waiting for this
Feeling in and out
Drowning in to subside
You make me
They say he didn’t have an enemy
His was a greatness to behold
He was the last surviving progeny
The last one on this side of the world
He measured a half mile from tip to tail
God is a concept
By which we measure
Our pain
I'll say it again
God is a concept
By which we measure
I was a man who always played around in love
So quick to take
But so afraid to give enough.
But now
I've found the one
And heaven will only know
“Yêu em một nửa tình trần…
Nửa tình còn lại vẫn hằn bóng em...”
Nếu yêu em tôi chỉ yêu một nửa
Nửa còn lại tôi để đấy hong khô
Nhỡ mai sau giông gió kéo nhau về
...pitiful fuck
Are you still in love with me, Missi?
I am so pretty and withdrawn
I peek into the hole
I struggle for control
Won't you come along with me
To the Mississippi
We'll take the boat to the land of dreams
Steam down the river down to New Orleans
The band's there to meet us
I wanna go to bed
With arms around me
But wake up on my own
Pretend
That I'm still sleeping
Until you go home
Well, I've a-come here to tell you folks, I'm ragged but I'm right
I'm a tramp and a rounder, I stay out late at night
A porterhouse steak three times a day for my board
That's more than any loafer in this mid-town can afford.
Well, a big electric fan to keep me cool while I sleep